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Sparring Minds Lyrics

Artist: Genius/GZA
Album: Legend of the Liquid Sword

[GZA]Designer and most of manstands the front-end loaderhold enough weight that'll compensate the share-holdersPowerful motor controls are mad stableNo room for error, injury proves fatalHundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steelAfter blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change the wheelsBust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plasterThere's always potential full-on scale disastersIn the rec' [?] narrowly missin'My camp be forced into periless propositionWe must come see ya, despite imminent dangerWas short on fuel, before he flew out the hangarFrom the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galoreWatch the river flow backwards once we storm the shoreNigga, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scopeOn the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopesThe magnitude of the devastation untoldThe collective laws of countless souls lay in the road

[Inspectah Deck]Insane flower, vein blowerAim and it's game overYou know the name, flame-throwerGot the code to the game and I hold the main controllerSoldiers from the jump, and today the same soldierI stay low, play close to bank rollsParly with the greatest who walk the same roadOh you ain't hear? Ain't nuttin' new but the gearThe crew of the year, kid too much to bearFind out what I'm about, know the legendThe slight disrespect, of his name provoke tensionNo threat, bringin' the force like Bobo-fet'The old vet' WHOSE PRESENCE alone control the setI'm next level, ya best settle, bless RebelI shine like a vessel, with strength to bend metalGuns, head first in the grunge, become emerged the drumsThe verse is murder one

[GZA]We rhyme back-to-back, deangerous emceesMove on track-to-track 100 bar measureLost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasureAgreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hoodeventually they wouldLay down the trademark with god that built wealthTo dip-dive in the beehive was on selfFor the power struggle, never clown but did juggleThe heavy load made it explode to mad rubbleI thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moonon a camp-out, the kerosine lamp out, so we walked the road we pavedwith trails that left vinyl foot-steps engraved